Thomas got jolted awake from his amazement and returned to draw. This time, he worked double harder, fueled up with the mere thought of following someone great and genius like William.
He never felt anything towards any of his previous masters. In his eyes, they were just rich folks and nothing more, ones who mostly inherited their current wealth from their families.
But William was different. He came from a weak academy as Thomas heard. And he got nothing at all when he came here.
In front of Thomas' eyes, William was climbing the ladder of wealth and fame like a rocket. And that wasn't all. He still didn't know how strong his master was.
Just thinking about all the things William did made Thomas believe his master was much stronger than what he looked like.
When he moved his eyes towards William, who kept releasing his knives around, detonating traps in a fixed rhythm, while taking firm steps forward on the cleared lands, he knew his guess was correct.
